After some rest, you'll needto explain yourself. We'll get you at supper to see if you can eat, andmake sure you're alright." He then went downstair....I lay there and thought about what to do now. Was what happened somekind of warning to come clean? Would they be understanding, or try tofix me like in that other place, or worse yet, send me to some nuthouse? What should I do?To be continued?Thank God, large portions of this story are altered, and the ending isn'ttrue, although I wish it had. She again left some of her drink behind. So, I had to give it to her for the third time with a little higher dose, in case if she didn’t have it full. This time it was almost a sleeping time for her so she had it full.Anyways, there were three rooms in our flat. One for my brother, one for me and one for my mom. My brother was in his room. My mom went under the influence of medicine and kept lying on the sofa in the lounge. Therefore, I initiated my execution plan.I locked my mom’s room from. I closed my eyes and I neverwanted this to end."What are you doing, you slut!" somebody screamed.Mike let me go like he had been hit by I bullet. I opened my eyes andsaw a short blonde guy slapping Mike in the face."You slut, you asshole, how dare you snogging that little bimbo! Achick, for Christ sake!" And he stormed off.Mike stammered, "But Paul, it isn't what you think, wait!" and ran afterhim.I just stood there, my head in a spin. I searched for Gabrielle andslowly walked back to her. She. “Aka the spa.”“Mason will be glad to hear that it’s all finally done. We will be using it for people who just want to lay low. Not just criminals on the run,” she said.“That’s fine. just remember that if you use it too often, people around town will get suspicious,” I predicted.“You mean like the pudgy little lady cop,” Lucy suggested.“Like the average looking female cop wearing body armor,” I admitted. “Not everyone can look like Barbie in Kevlar.”“Enough about the Barbie and a half in blue,”.